By: Alicia Tolbert Doctor's calling out for heroic measures Says I just may not survive I chuckle unto him I laugh This here is luxury, my demise My liver's failing My spleen's been let That drinking and gambling Raised quite some debt I need new eyes The doctor's saying He's saying my eyesight's Failing Need a transplant The things I've seen The things they've done The wages of sin I've looked upon If my eyes ain't failed yet I doubt this business of Transplantation Will bring from me a lamentation Pass the new peepers this way Doctor say my breath is Indicating Maybe cancer Maybe worse And stop misbehaving What my breath tells me Is I have an exit For all the bile and Times I been messed with It says I'm still alive And kicking you softly With this breath that's Raised hackles when I been done wrong With this breath that's Crawled around and kissed butt to Get my boy into school With this breath that sighed over the last one That swore I was the fool Doctor say I've lost my memory Short term's gone Long term's goin' What I remember Is loving this life Past the siren's blowing Raising them kids while Bucking and hoeing I defy and twist At his prognosis Say pass my gin And I'll forget you again I may go blind I cannot hear I breathe cold And raise their fear But three things will never be took from this here The way I feel life The way I smell life And the way I taste this final and last laugh |